Although the scheduled start was two months later, at the end of spring with the remnants of the army led by Severin de Salion, and then before the onset of summer and winter, the final battle with the Azorean elves was actually just over a month before Brandon immediately ordered the extraction.

This move not only shocked the grand dukes and knights in the barracks, but also frightened the nobles of the imperial capital - they were even ready to wait for the lord to come to the door to ask for the throne, but the other party actually ignored it?!

Of course, this is not quite accurate, because Brandon did swagger into the imperial capital and the Heavenly Dome Palace with more than a thousand elite legionnaires, smashed open the gates of the Imperial Diet, and unceremoniously issued a series of orders.

First, the nobles of the city donated half of their cash property to reward all the soldiers who participated in the battle;

secondly, all the traitors who tried to "rebel" against Loren Turin during his time as the "Guardian of Golovin", the guy who was disliked by Brandon, stripped of his title and confiscated his family property;

Thirdly, during the war, the power of the Imperial Diet was suspended, and only the officials such as tax collectors, administrators, and judges were retained, and the Diet was dissolved;

Fourth, during the war, the Empire will unconditionally requisition all kinds of supplies, and the question of compensation will be considered after the war is over......

The Imperial Parliament, which was as silent as a grave, watched in silence as Brandon de Salion, surrounded by a group of legionnaires, flaunted his might, as if he were an emperor giving them an absolutely indisobedient will.

When Brandon was completely happy enough, but did not ask Parliament to hold a coronation ceremony for him immediately, as they had imagined, Brandon agreed to put the matter on hold for the time being, and even suggested that Parliament could consider abdicating if "the conditions are in a good position".

This news, like an amnesty, made the entire parliament cry with joy, and gritted its teeth and accepted all of Brandon's conditions in exchange for this amnesty like "death sentence to death reprieve".

Metternich Leopold, the Keeper of the Seals, who was in charge of announcing all this, threw down the coat of arms, rings, and pendants that symbolized the status of the Keeper of the Seals, and turned away from the Imperial Diet, which he saw as a tomb.

No one knows where he's gone, and Brandon doesn't care—just as he doesn't care what the Holy Cross Church, which is closed behind closed doors and kept secrets from the outside world, is doing.

Brandon only cared about one thing, and that was whether the soldiers were loyal enough to him.

When the news of the Imperial Diet came, almost the entire barracks was filled with disappointment and howling, and the angry officers "asked" Brandon under the threat of death from the soldiers, did the Imperial Diet refuse to crown him?

As long as Brandon dares to nod, there will be no living people in the aristocratic district of the imperial capital tomorrow, but he can't shake his head, because that would be tantamount to not believing in his words, and no one can say what these angry soldiers can do.

The riots are all light... And if a rebellion broke out among these soldiers under the imperial capital, even if Brandon could suppress it, he would have to lose his prestige and prestige as the heir to the throne by relying on Conod's remaining prestige.

Brandon nodded without hesitation, and then explained why.

To put it simply, the war is not over yet, and Conod's bones are not cold - although he died in the winter of Broken Boundary Mountain, it must have been cold long ago - even if he wants to be crowned, it should not be reasonable until the end of the war.

In order to make up for his previous promise, Brandon plans to organize a large-scale reward in the barracks, and all the troops who arrive in Sackland will have a share - of course, the entire cost (of course) will be borne by the nobles of the imperial capital.

The officers who came to their senses immediately understood Brandon's thoughts, and couldn't wait for the soldiers under his command to understand, and at the same time, in order to express their apologies, they handed over some of the "instigators" (who took the lead in making trouble) to His Highness Brandon and execute them in public in the barracks.

For a while, up and down the barracks, everyone inside and outside the imperial capital was jubilant, gearing up to crusade against the fleeing Azorean elves.

But Brandon's sanity is still quite sober, at least Loren told him accurately - although he won the battle to defend the imperial capital, in fact, he did not cause substantial damage to the main force of the elf prince Rodria Azore, and the opponent's will to fight is very tenacious, and it cannot be easily defeated.

And if the news from Ebolden brought back by the night watchmen in the north is correct, at least one reinforcement from the Azorean elves should have arrived at Ebolden by now, and a reinforcement is about to arrive.

If each of the support armies were around 100,000 troops, then the Azorean elven army at Eberden would reach a terrifying figure of 300,000, so... Steady for the top, steady for the top.

Build a strong marching fortress, build a stable logistical supply line step by step, and drop the 200,000 most elite troops from all over the empire into the battlefield of Ebolden, as Conod planned during his lifetime.

"And then... There are two ways to divide the soldiers, and that's our plan. ”

Smiling and looking at the generals and grand dukes with different faces around the map table, Brandon stood with his sword in his hand: "That long-eared rabbit who escaped faster than a rabbit, must have thought that we would be impatient to fight him, desperate to go north as soon as possible... So we must not go his way. ”

"He should still have at least 50,000 to 60,000 main forces in his hands now, and the undamaged combat strength of the establishment still exists, plus the long ears that have arrived at Ebolden, there must be almost a hundred thousand elven warriors, this is his hole card, and it is also his weakness. ”

"Guarding such a large army, and he has just experienced a fiasco, he can figure out with his heels that he has just suffered a fiasco under the imperial capital, he must be eager to fight a victory to save the army's heart, otherwise what will he do to win us?"

"So ......"

Yuli Wirtz, who frowned slightly, raised his gaze and looked at Brandon: "We should now fight steadily and steady, and wear down the enemy's fighting spirit?"

"That's half right, but not entirely. ”

With a sly smile, Brandon picked up a cavalry chess piece from the map table, and swept his gaze to the big horse golden knife on the side, and the scimitar female archduke who was sitting there drinking as if no one was sitting there:

"My dear Miss Salica Jonah, for the sake of more than three years of our relationship, I will hand over the merits of this first battle to you—do you need me to explain to you a little more about the details of the battle?"

As soon as the wine glass was thrown, the much-anticipated Archduke of the scimitar snatched the chess piece from Brandon's hand, and slammed it on the map table with a "pop!":

"I don't need to!"

On the eighth day, 40,000 elite Boi hussars, divided into ten groups, marched north from Sackland, east and west, and poured into the field of Ebolden, sweeping around the northern plains with lightning speed.

The Azorean elven warriors, who had never fought so many cavalry, were able to see for the first time what the storm of the Great Green Sea of Boi was like:

The fierce hussars did not engage them head-on, but with speed and agility, scimitars and crossbows launched an attack from all sides, and quickly withdrew after the blow, never entangled with the samurai.

Faced with an army of hussars who were extremely mobile and swept everywhere, the elven warriors could only start to shrink their defenses and garrison the strong fortresses, never taking the initiative to attack.

On the 12th, Salika Jonah organized nearly 10,000 hussars and the most elite silver-armored horsemen, and fought with heavy casualties to capture an Azorean elven fortress.

At this point, the Azorean elves shrank across the line, and the hussars who swept the whole line were scattered throughout the northern land, sweeping the supply lines of the Azorean elves, raiding small-scale elven warrior teams, and harassing the rear... At the same time, a large cavalry corps was organized to ensure lines of communication and communication for the rear line army.

"And then... Honorable Commander Drexis. ”

Brandon jerked his head and looked at the silent Deputy Commander of the Broken Mountain Fortress, "The Imperial legions are up to you—head north along the Imperial Boulevard to join up with Uncle Severin de Salion's army and re-establish the blockade; This time it was no longer defensive, but an offensive blockade. ”

Drexis's eyes narrowed.

"I am grateful to my newcomer, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but... You are the commander to whom they are allegiated. Drexis whispered, "Since you are ready to put these people to work for you, you should stand side by side with them and cheer victory with them under the flag." ”

"It's like... Emperor Conod, like your brother. ”

In the face of this "slightly disguised" cynicism, Brandon smiled.

"You're right, Brother Conrad, who fought alongside the soldiers at the Broken Mountain Fortress, is my role model for the rest of my life - but this time the situation is a little different. The crimson pupils turned slightly, and Brandon looked at Nolan Ode, who was hiding aside:

"Because this time I'm going north with my new friend, the Grand Duke of Arles, to get a good idea of the difference between Arles and our Sackland hillbillies. ”

"No! no, no, no... Your Highness, I really don't think there's anything to know about Arles!" Nolan Ode, who was shocked, hurriedly refused:

"Our gang of big bosses also don't have experience in receiving the royal family, I'm afraid your appearance can only make them feel the distrust and ...... from the Heavenly Dome Palace."

"I know, I know, but... I still want to do it. ”

Brandon, tilting his head and having a spring breeze on his face, interrupted with a smile: "Because I feel that if the warriors of Arles really feel that they are loyal servants of the Empire, they should not refuse to entertain a Royal Highness the Crown Prince plus a dragon... Right, huh?"

Without a second, the stunned Nolan Ode immediately bowed respectfully, with a little more loyalty in his eyes:

"Then please Your Highness must not fail the covenant, otherwise tens of thousands of loyal men of Arles will definitely weep for it. ”

"Definitely, definitely. ”

On the twenty-second day of the march, the 100,000-strong Sakran army marched into the north in two directions, one of which advanced the main force along the River Jewels, and attempted to join up with Severin de Salion under the cover of the hussars.

The other way entered the territory of Eberden from East Sackland, established a forward position, and also entered a state of confrontation with the elven fortress with the cooperation of the hussars.

At the same time, the Arles legions, which followed closely behind, were also marching north along the River of Jewels, "guarded" by the dragon Mirasis, and with the main force of the Sakran legions, they were able to encircle Ebolden on three sides as much as possible.

"As for the loyal Frank Byrne and the Archduke of Elleman......"

Brandon, who crossed his waist, turned his gaze straight ahead: "I want to give you a copy, and you will never refuse the mission, let alone refuse." ”

"Go to Lothair and assist your mutual friend, Archduke Levén Fried, in defeating the Azorean elves on the front lines of Deep-Limburg, and then take the archers of Lothair to join my army at Ebolden. ”

"Time is pressing, I give you permission to set out before the official departure, requisition everything you want to requisition, take all the men and wagons you need, the time limit is Midsummer, before Midsummer, I will use the news of Lothair's great victory and the defeat of the Azorean elves to lift the morale of the army, and start a final battle against these rabbits!"

"Yes!"

Before the words fell, Yuli Wirtz agreed categorically, and the black-haired wizard on the side also bowed his head slightly.

"Very well, even if you don't want to. Brandon shrugged, "Because helping a friend is a matter of course, right?"

On the twentieth day of the march, the Byrne-Elems regiment entered the territory of Lothair and marched rapidly in the direction of the Eagle Hunting Castle, the capital of the Duchy of Lothair, and on the 22nd the vanguard was the first to reach the Eagle Hunting Castle.

By this time, the front line of Deepwoodburg had fallen, and the battlefield had spread to the central region of Lothair, and the Azorean elves and ogres driven by them had poured into the mountains, hills, and remote wilderness farms, wreaking havoc and ravaging the countryside of Lothair.

On the 21st, Loren and Yuri Wirtz first engaged in a fierce battle with an army of thousands of Azores elves at the junction of Lothair and Sakland, which had retreated to the fort of Eagle Hunting, had lost control of the lines of communication in the northern and eastern regions of the principality, and the elven armies of Ebolden and Lothair had begun to try to infiltrate each other's areas and establish a solid connection.

The situation on the battlefield of Tyre had seriously exceeded all expectations, and only the day after the defeat of the Azorean elven outposts, the rear line of the army was attacked by ogres, and the casualties were not heavy, but the loss of many valuable supplies and livestock could not be replenished in the mountains of Lothair.

The ogres who were ambushed in the forest, the elven warriors who hid on the side of the road and waited for the opportunity to sneak attack, the battlefield had already spread from the middle of Lothair to most of the territory, and the army of Lothair, which had lost the deep forest castle, could no longer even maintain the minimum security of the rear line, which was enough to prove the heavy casualties.

After a brief exchange, Loren and the Archduke of Ellemont agreed to slow down their march and maintain as much strength as possible, and then went to Eagle Hunter to join Leven Fried.

On the 23rd, the main force of the Byrne-Ellemont army arrived at the Eagle Hunt Castle, and Lothair immediately sent troops outside the city to meet them.

But the person who came to greet them greatly exceeded the expectations of the two.

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